Acupuncture

Acupuncture

Needles prick my squishy skin

They delve deep, weaving their spindles

Into my bone marrow

Softly they sigh as each

Pin settles in my body

It’s a snug fit that leaves no space

For any pathogens to enter

I’m wrapped in my sharp shirt

Arms hugging one another

Hello old friend

My muscles flex against the lustrous

Jacket, it’s just a bit too tight

But it keeps me chilled

I’m waiting on ice to stay fresh

For the guests who are hungry

Not to dissatisfy, I compress myself further

I am a marble

Transparent and blue inside

 My form-fitting acupuncture outfit

Makes me quite the

centerpiece for the party

Blind only to myself

The needles in my lens’ are

Unforgiving, but I’ve seen sight before

I’d rather be unseeing

Then I can plead ignorance on the stand

The bleached granite pedestal

I am placed up carefully

So as not to move the syringes

Aesthetically positioned in my complexion

The needles are plucked out one by one

Or peeled out all at once

So that the effects either fade

Or vanish, acupuncture

Why do I keep turning to you?

You’ve only ever left me gaping

And leaking, losing I’m losing

Lost, I’ve lost, past

Present, the tense makes no difference

Acupuncture, you fill me for a second

You reassure me of my doubts

And you give me new ones to

Overthink about, then you

Take your therapy and move on

To the next patient, who doesn’t need

Your sweet sting

But the rose on your thorn

Is your accidental catalyst

In creation, in creation, in creation

I get it, back, forth, back, forth

Better, bye, no

Wait, kiss me goodnight?

OKAY, so I put this at the end because I wanted you all to read this without knowing what it was about. I wanted you to be able to relate to this poem in your own way. I never once say what it is about in the poem, I tried to be very vague, so that you could have every opportunity to see what these words make you think of. However, I will tell you. I wrote this during an anxiety attack, and it’s a description of what my anxiety attacks feel like. I don’t want to say much more, because I don’t want you to lose your meaning of this poem, and because poetry is just a code, decipher it if you really want to know everything. Anyway! This was super hard to write, and I am still calming down from my anxiety attack, so I am going to leave. However, I would love to hear how you interpreted this poem so leave me a comment on your interpretation and thoughts!

-AcuteAnimosity